So this evening I was running around the house (which is still not quite completely unpacked, even though we've been in the house a couple of months now), looking for my purple fleece jacket which I need for a business trip to Denmark in early May. (Hva', because early May in Denmark could still be a wee bit chilly, ja?)
I went out the front door to look in my car, and was surprised to see a familiar little face seeking shelter from the rain:
He was just about where he was the first time I saw him, a few weeks ago, clinging with his (her?) amazing little feet right next to the latch on our wrought iron gate. He must like that little place.
For a few moments, he looked right at me as if to say, "Shhh...enjoy the rain. Denmark and the jacket can wait."
Sort of like a mindfulness bell, one glance at my little mindfulness frog and I snapped out of my hurried haze back to the moment.
What a beautiful frog! What a beautiful spring shower! What a nice cool evening! These things are real, but transient. I should appreciate them while they last.
So, whenever the harried haze comes over me, I will try to think of my little mindfulness frog.